作词 : Craddick, Ott | |
Just another day, | |
I go about my business | |
I start to shave in my ordinary way | |
Nothing has changed, yet something is different | |
Ah yes-- It's my birthday today | |
My skin feels a little tighter | |
The razor bites at my face | |
What are those lines in the mirror? | |
Can't seem to wipe them away | |
And my vision is blurry, | |
I don't know what it is | |
And a blemish is swirling out from under my skin | |
And there is far too much hair in ths sink today | |
And what's left on my head has somehow turned to grey | |
Like a picture in the sun,the colors start to fade | |
Like broken glass upon the shore, the sharpness wears away | |
My face bleeding, | |
I drop the razor to the floor | |
I try to catch it, but my hands do not obey me | |
What is that pounding,is there someone at the door? | |
It's just my heart,straining not to fail me | |
My legs feel so heavy | |
Each inch seems like a mile | |
Muscles burn from the effort | |
As I fall into denial | |
And my speech is slurred, | |
I don't know what it is | |
And my arm is bruised from where | |
I've touched my skin | |
And there is something wrong with my mirror today | |
It seems my eyes of blue has somehow turned to grey | |
Just like a chameleon who changes his skin | |
I went to sleep young and virile,woke up old,tired and thin | |
Did I sleep through my life and waste away my youth? | |
Or did time just pass by and | |
I'm denying the truth? | |
And my vision is blurry, | |
I don't know what it is | |
And a blemish is swirling out from under my skin | |
And there is far too much hair in ths sink today | |
And what's left on my head has somehow turned to grey | |
And my speech is slurred, | |
I don't know what it is | |
And my arm is bruised from where | |
I've touched my skin | |
And there is something wrong with my mirror today | |
It seems my eyes of blue has somehow turned to grey [Music: D.Ott,P.Craddick] [Lyrics: D.Ott] |
zuo ci : Craddick, Ott | |
Just another day, | |
I go about my business | |
I start to shave in my ordinary way | |
Nothing has changed, yet something is different | |
Ah yes It' s my birthday today | |
My skin feels a little tighter | |
The razor bites at my face | |
What are those lines in the mirror? | |
Can' t seem to wipe them away | |
And my vision is blurry, | |
I don' t know what it is | |
And a blemish is swirling out from under my skin | |
And there is far too much hair in ths sink today | |
And what' s left on my head has somehow turned to grey | |
Like a picture in the sun, the colors start to fade | |
Like broken glass upon the shore, the sharpness wears away | |
My face bleeding, | |
I drop the razor to the floor | |
I try to catch it, but my hands do not obey me | |
What is that pounding, is there someone at the door? | |
It' s just my heart, straining not to fail me | |
My legs feel so heavy | |
Each inch seems like a mile | |
Muscles burn from the effort | |
As I fall into denial | |
And my speech is slurred, | |
I don' t know what it is | |
And my arm is bruised from where | |
I' ve touched my skin | |
And there is something wrong with my mirror today | |
It seems my eyes of blue has somehow turned to grey | |
Just like a chameleon who changes his skin | |
I went to sleep young and virile, woke up old, tired and thin | |
Did I sleep through my life and waste away my youth? | |
Or did time just pass by and | |
I' m denying the truth? | |
And my vision is blurry, | |
I don' t know what it is | |
And a blemish is swirling out from under my skin | |
And there is far too much hair in ths sink today | |
And what' s left on my head has somehow turned to grey | |
And my speech is slurred, | |
I don' t know what it is | |
And my arm is bruised from where | |
I' ve touched my skin | |
And there is something wrong with my mirror today | |
It seems my eyes of blue has somehow turned to grey Music: D. Ott, P. Craddick Lyrics: D. Ott |
zuò cí : Craddick, Ott | |
Just another day, | |
I go about my business | |
I start to shave in my ordinary way | |
Nothing has changed, yet something is different | |
Ah yes It' s my birthday today | |
My skin feels a little tighter | |
The razor bites at my face | |
What are those lines in the mirror? | |
Can' t seem to wipe them away | |
And my vision is blurry, | |
I don' t know what it is | |
And a blemish is swirling out from under my skin | |
And there is far too much hair in ths sink today | |
And what' s left on my head has somehow turned to grey | |
Like a picture in the sun, the colors start to fade | |
Like broken glass upon the shore, the sharpness wears away | |
My face bleeding, | |
I drop the razor to the floor | |
I try to catch it, but my hands do not obey me | |
What is that pounding, is there someone at the door? | |
It' s just my heart, straining not to fail me | |
My legs feel so heavy | |
Each inch seems like a mile | |
Muscles burn from the effort | |
As I fall into denial | |
And my speech is slurred, | |
I don' t know what it is | |
And my arm is bruised from where | |
I' ve touched my skin | |
And there is something wrong with my mirror today | |
It seems my eyes of blue has somehow turned to grey | |
Just like a chameleon who changes his skin | |
I went to sleep young and virile, woke up old, tired and thin | |
Did I sleep through my life and waste away my youth? | |
Or did time just pass by and | |
I' m denying the truth? | |
And my vision is blurry, | |
I don' t know what it is | |
And a blemish is swirling out from under my skin | |
And there is far too much hair in ths sink today | |
And what' s left on my head has somehow turned to grey | |
And my speech is slurred, | |
I don' t know what it is | |
And my arm is bruised from where | |
I' ve touched my skin | |
And there is something wrong with my mirror today | |
It seems my eyes of blue has somehow turned to grey Music: D. Ott, P. Craddick Lyrics: D. Ott |